Only the Fragrance Remains the Same

One day many years later, Xuantong was sitting in a garden with lush green shadows, and the wind carried fragrance. The tip of his nose was filled with the sweetness that lingered in Ziqi's house when he was at Liuquan Jiangziyuan in Wuxian County. The smell was so similar, but the most important breath was missing, and even his heart was missing a hole. Maybe it was the sweet fragrance that accidentally touched the corners of my clothes that entered my heart and lungs, and even my sense of smell was stored in my memory. The laughter in that garden is full of dark fragrance, and I am lost in thought. I will not forget it as time goes by. When I look back at the end of my life, the fragrance remains the same. Intention: None